The wind blew across the forest, making a rustling sound, and the golden eagle flag on the red bottom was shaking among the undulating foothills. At the Yin Mountain in the north of Wuyuan, the troops exiting the mountain were gathering in a group of roars. Fretenses, with shallow brown short curly hair, was about forty years old, and looked handsome and steady in the eyes of Westerners. He looked at the vastness of the East after he came out of the mountain. He just sighed in his heart that the vastness of the East. When he passed by the Western Regions, he also sighed in the vastness of the place and the crowded countries of all sizes there. Later he learned that far away in the east, the empire named Han once controlled many countries there. He respected a powerful country, but the more he came to the east, he knew more and more...

Respect is slowly peeling off.

"The Eastern Empire is in chaos and cannot be concerned about such a place... The consul here will not have too many troops." Fretenses smiled gracefully at a prisoner tied beside him. "Frothynseys want to return the Stephanie brothers and sisters from the Han officials and bring the news of the Eastern chaos back to Rome. My white robe will be replaced with purple borders and become a real noble."

He said this. The captive was a soldier under Stephanie. He knew some Chinese language and had scars on his body. He looked down at the ground with his head down and spoke in Roman language: "Commander, pride can blind people, the Eastern Empire is chaotic, but the army is still very strong, and you and your army will not have a chance of winning."

"Rome is a strong and civilized country, and will not attack Seris (the transliteration of the Eastern Empire) at will." Fretenses looked at the captive gracefully, "...but Rome not only has civilization and politeness, but also has strong muscles and will not be afraid of any army."

Then he raised his eyes and looked far ahead. There was a city of oriental people that might appear in the news. He was filled with heroic expressions and expressions.

His heroic aura did not last long.

In front of the extended military formation, two panic-stricken figures were fleeing back, conveying the incident of the killing of six other Roman soldiers by the people of the Eastern Empire, "The commander... is hostile to us. Even the old man will slash at us with swords! Urmita and the others were beaten to death by an old man with a stick..."

The voices of scrambling to report were telling that some situations were hidden. Fretenses took out a roll of sheepskin from his arms in silence, with many Roman words written on it, and some of them had forks on it, probably because he had defeated one army after another since his expedition. At the end, he wrote Selius.

"...If possible, I don't want to fight with soldiers from the Eastern Empire. I know a little about this country. It used to be very powerful..." Fretenses put away the parchment, raised his head, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and murderous aura was gathering on his burly body.

"But the soldiers of the Empire should die bravely on the battlefield, rather than be despicable and sinisterly killed... As the general and commander of the Empire, the highest of this legion... I must get honor for the dead soldiers, which is what they deserve."

His voice was not high, but the messenger around him ran out. The trumpeter blew the horns of the cow. The captive raised his head and looked at the smiling general. He seemed to see a proud eagle in his eyes. The army formations in steps around began to change under the guidance of the flag bearer. The soldiers who fled back were led to head towards the still noisy village, causing huge waves of blood.

Wuyuan City received news that a village was massacred by foreign troops and fell into a huge shock. Then the defenders stepped out of the city frantically and saw the pushed walls, burning roofs, and nailed bodies... Soon after, they caught up with each other, contacted, talked, and then fought in the field...

The news of the battle spread rapidly like wings. It was sent to Jiuyuan County to the west through fast horses, and Yunzhong County, which was more than 280 miles east of the east through Qiyang. On the way, I received the news from the post station and quickly replaced the messenger with another horse and ran overnight. At this time, Yunzhong County was already at night when it received the news.

The army was stuck outside the city, and the city had basically concluded negotiations on surrender. Zhang Yang was arranged to go to bed in the inn and the sound of footsteps sounded under the eaves outside the house. The sudden battle from Wuyuan City was handed to him. He opened it and took a look, squeezed it tightly, and held it behind him. He couldn't help but walk back and forth in the room.

Then he stopped, opened the window and looked at the starry night sky outside, remembering his family far away in Shanggu County, and... a friend who was running around. After a while, he picked up his pen and ink and sat down. He spread the plain silk under the dim light, hovered for a while, and then fell down.

I will give you a letter to the previous one.

After a long time of missing her, Yang had left Shangdang and had been under the command of the governor Gongsun for two months. When the military affairs of Yunzhong County began, Yang could not bear the disaster in his hometown. He thought of being a Han Chinese and his hometown elders, so he volunteered to come to surrender to Yunzhong to avoid a fight between his family. However, whenever he thought of the chaos in the Central Plains, Yang always hoped that all the princes could have this consensus and traveled to the south first, hoping that this would also be the same.

At the time of the letter, there was news from Wuyuan overnight. A 20,000 Qin troops destroyed the village and smashed the village and slaughtered our Han people. According to the news, Wuyuan troops left the city and retreated. No one could stop the Qin army from advancing eastward. It would take not long before they arrived in Yunzhong. Yang decided to take the command of Gongsun Governor Gongsun and more than 7,000 troops to meet the enemy. Even if the victory was too difficult, we should not lose our great manly power. If Feng first came here, he would agree with Yang's right...

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Before the content was finished, a knock on the door came. Zhang Yang looked at the handwriting on the silk, sighed and blew it, put it in his arms before he went to open the door. An official from the inn was waiting there to bring news outside the city.

Not long after, Zhang Yan rode out of the city overnight and ran into the military camp stationed thirty miles away. He lifted the curtain, pulled him up with all his armor and sat down, and then spoke as if asking: "Uncle Zhi already knows."

"I already know." Zhang Yang nodded.

Bang! He punched the long desk with a punch, and the shocked Jiaye sounded softly. He grinned fiercely: "Before you come, I had already sent the news to Dingrang, Dai County and Shanggu County. No matter who the other party is, if you dare to come to Yunzhong, I will beat you to death. Uncle Zhi, what do you say?!"

"I am not a Han Chinese, but I have been burned and killed and robbed, so I should naturally kill him, so there is nothing to say." Zhang Yang held the hilt of his waist, straightened his back, his voice was low and he almost shouted: "As a Han minister, he should be responsible for defending the territory, so how can he ignore him? I am willing to follow the general to attack the enemy and be buried at the foot of Yinshan Mountain."

Bang!

Qianzhao hit the table again and stood up, "Okay!" Immediately, I took the map and spread it in front of the two of them. "I heard that the Qin army is mostly infantry. Thinking about it, they are still near Luyang. I clicked on the Heishan cavalry overnight to go over first, and I should be able to drag the other party to the border of Yunzhong. Uncle Zhi led the infantry and Yunzhong County soldiers behind him, and he could probably come over the next day to form a line of defense."

The starry night was cold, and the mighty cavalry rushed out of the camp and ran towards the west with the star and moon. After Zhang Yang assembled the infantry in the camp, he sent people to contact the city officials and the generals stated their interests. In the second half of the night, three thousand county soldiers returned to his command, and thousands of eyes looked over.

On the horse's back, the figure wearing armor drew his sword and pointed to the west.

"The whole army sets off" he yelled in the night wind.

However, half a month later, what Gongsun Zhi received in Shanggu County's reorganization of the troops was not the news that they had won the battle. The more they lost, the less they won, and was forced to retreat towards Yunzhong step by step.
Chapter completed!